The Moon

Oh, what a lovely land, crystal woods, diamond sand,
Under the light of her gaze.
Gentle, the moon looks down, heaven spills all around,
People look up in a daze.
Each thinks, "This moon shines for me, nobody else can see
The secret it's trying to tell."
The Priestess has heard your tale, silent behind her veil,
It's one that she knows very well.
Doubts feed on nascent dreams, mocking your childish schemes
For believing in what isn't there.
The new moon's unseen yet real, and so are the truths you feel
Under the light of her stare --
Till they vanish in the air.
The Priestess has heard your plea, has nothing to comfort thee
Except her own sorrow and chain.
Fools scorn her holy rite, magic has bound her tight,
What has she left for your pain?
When earth intercepts her light, or darkness brings stormy night,
Doubt takes its turn on The Wheel.
The terror spreads like a shroud, hidden within the clouds,
Always unseen, but never unreal.
And what's hidden is always more than what has been shown,
And you'll always be wanting much more than you own,
But the golden days and the halcyon come much later on, come much later on.
You may weep and cry for the broken ties,
Or the helpless truths that are slashed into lies,
But the Priestess is wise, and she just averts her eyes,
For the moon must fly forever alone in empty skies.
To never know love again, live upon what has been,
To wander the world all alone.
Ideals change to compromise, all of the magic dies,
And the child finally has grown.
On such a demon night, heaven now blocked from sight,
Hell very plain to the soul,
The terror spreads like a shroud, hidden within the clouds,
Striking the heart till it's cold.
And what's hidden is always more than what has been shown,
And you'll always be wanting much more than you own,
But the golden days and the halcyon come much later on, come much later on.
First the changes must come as the Knight of Swords demands.
Momentary dreams are lost in his passionless commands,
But the Priestess is wise, and she just averts her eyes,
For the moon must fly forever alone in empty skies.
For the moon must fly forever alone.
Oh, what a lovely land, crystal woods, diamond sand,
Under the light of her gaze.
Gentle, the moon looks down, heaven spills all around,
People look up in a daze.


Rob Glaser

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